THE STAR'S SHADOW 1
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE STAR'S SHADOW" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
THE STAR'S SHADOW
Written by Andrej Koymasky
October 6th 1993
©2020
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Hank
CHAPTER 1
DREAMS & JEAN LUC
DREAMS
Jean Luc was lying on his small bed with just the night table lamp lit. He looked at the pictures in his album one by one as his mini-stereo softly played the latest songs of his idol in the background.
... Patrick Dupuis, at the beginning of his career six years earlier with his rock and roll look and the kid next door face ... Patrick at the Etoile on his black bike with a crowd of yelling fans in the background ... Patrick in front of a farmhouse with an electric guitar leaning nearby and with a wide smile on his face ... Patrick with his band just before he stopped playing the guitar with them and became the famous soloist singer-composer ...Patrick at the Olympia where Jean Luc had seen him for the first time in person. Jean Luc had purchased the ticket from a scalper using almost all of his savings. And then his treasure... the autographed picture.
Patrick's voice was singing in the background,
"Lonely boy, don't be scared,
See, I'm holding you my hand..."
Jean Luc turned another page and there was the bare-chested Patrick in the floodlights, wearing gray fitted leather trousers as he sang ... Jean Luc moved his hand between his thighs and grasped his quickly enlarging member while admiring the singer's sensual body. He slowly masturbated to the rhythm of Patrick's voice as he repeatedly kissed the big picture in his album. Jean Luc fantasized that he was really kissing the sensuous body that had for the last six years filled his erotic dreams. He masturbated for a long while quietly feeling the pleasure rising in him and forgetting about his small dingy room in the hotel basement where he slept between the cook and another waiter. He fantasized that he was in Patrick's dressing room after one of his performances kneeling in front of his idol as if in prayer. He was waiting to open the swollen, full basket which was in front of his eyes. In his fantasy he leaned forward into the hidden treasure so that he could worship the swelling with his mouth...
He felt his orgasm building, but he didn't want to come yet. He slowed the movements of his hand to prolong the sweet pleasure-filled thoughts and only lightly caressed his shaft enough to keep it hard.
Patrick's warm, slightly hoarse, deep, sweet, winning, strong, vibrating voice, sang:
"Alone, you and I,
in the red sunset rays,
and the black powerful trees,
in front of the waiting sea,
waiting to rock us,
forever..."
He kissed the pictures again and closing his eyes he resumed his self-pleasuring while he imagined entering the sea holding Patrick's hand so they could make love in the warm waves, forever... And waves, waves of pleasure wrapped him and rose stronger and stronger in his body until, finally, they overflowed and released their white foam through the member throbbing in his hand.
With breath-catching pants, Jean Luc relaxed. Putting the album down next to him, he lightly caressed his chest and tummy until he was lulled by Patrick's voice. Looking at his watch, he realized he had only seven hours to sleep before he had to resume his duties as a floor waiter. He cleansed himself of his seed and fell asleep, dreaming about his beloved Patrick...
JEAN LUC
As was his usual habit, Jean Luc immediately jumped down from his small bed when the alarm rang. The album filled with pictures of his idol fell to the floor with a small thud and he leaned down to retrieve it. He checked carefully to make sure it wasn't damaged. He almost caressed it. The intense emotional face of the singer seemed to look at him from under the transparent cover of the album. The boy lightly kissed the picture asking forgiveness, and then returned the album with religious care next to the complete collection of the famous singer's songs.
Everybody in the hotel knew of his passion for Patrick Dupuis. Of course no one was aware of how much of this passion was sexual. Jean Luc was a twenty three year old refined, almost delicate boy. He was cute with straight soft blond-brown hair and blue-violet eyes defined by long fine eyelashes and a small nose, sensual lips and a lean, but well built, body that was further emphasized by the tight dead leaf green uniform he wore. He was not effeminate in the least. No one, not even François, the administrative secretary who didn't hide his sexuality, ever suspected he was gay. Jean Luc wasn't attracted to him either physically nor personally. Not even Larry, the English receptionist everybody called Lérì, who Jean Luc liked a lot and who he suspected was gay, was aware of Jean Luc's sexuality.
Jean Luc had learned by experience in another hotel that it was better, especially in the work scene, not to reveal his own sexuality. Never mix sex and work had become his motto.
In the last hotel where he first worked, he had become the lover of the second cook -- a young man two years older than he was. At that time he didn't sleep in the hotel like he did now. He and Thierry had rented a small room in a private residence and here the two youths spent long hours making love. Thierry was terribly jealous of Jean Luc and little by little made his life miserable by controlling him, even at work. Everyone in the hotel understood their relationship. This caused sneers and dirty jokes to be directed at Jean Luc. It also brought forth some obscene proposals from some of his colleagues and other personnel.
In the end he decided to change cities and hotels. Moving to Paris meant leaving Thierry. In the beginning he missed his passionate and tireless lover. He missed being woken in the middle of the night by the lustful young man who was full of desire and sought fiery admittance into him. He missed those fast, but tasty, French kisses furtively exchanged when he went to the kitchen to get the breakfast trays to bring to the rooms. And he missed the occasions when Thierry was the only cook on duty and they gave each other head behind the pantry shelves always ready to postpone the reciprocal pleasure if they heard the kitchen door creak. He missed the athletic body of his friend, his powerful and juicy rod and his firm and nervous, but sweet buttocks... Ah, if Thierry hadn't been so morbidly jealous!
Now he didn't have a steady lover, only occasional adventures. Paris didn't lack for places to encounter other men and Jean Luc was often courted and did have his pick. Often some client in the hotel let him understand in a more or less explicit way that he was desired. At times he also had felt a strong attraction to them. But, he always pretended not to understand. Always he avoided the temptations. Work and sex had to remain neatly separated categories -- especially with the guests of the hotel. He missed Thierry, but he had found new freedom and a new serenity.
Room 407 rang. It was the national high jumping champion, a black man from Senegal who was as beautiful as a movie star. Twice he had tried in rather explicit ways to make Jean Luc understand that he wanted to have sex with him. The first time had been the evening after his check in with the Senegal sports delegation. He was in his bed. His beautiful torso was naked and the bed sheet visibly rose between his legs showing his powerful erection. He asked Jean Luc if the hotel had a masseur. When the boy answered in the negative, the sportsman asked him if he couldn't perform that service if he paid for his time... Jean Luc refused with politeness.
The second time was a couple of days after that. He rang the bell and was stark naked in the bathroom with the door wide open. The excuse was that there wasn't any bath gel. Jean Luc couldn't help but give a furtive glance at the beautiful ebony shaft hanging half erect between the powerful thighs of the splendid athlete. When he returned with the gel, the handsome guest asked him if he could stop a moment to wash his back. Making the excuse that other clients were calling, Jean Luc declined...
"What had this Room 407 guest invented this time?" Jean Luc wondered. He knocked at the door and entered.
This time the handsome black male was only wearing very tight jeans. "I'm sorry, but the zipper jammed and I'm not able to open it. Can you see if you can lower it to help me? It has pinched the cloth of my underwear and I'm not able to move it up or down..."
Jean Luc nodded yes and felt slightly excited as he poked about the fly. The man was standing in front of his bed with his legs slightly spread. "I wonder how long he spent trying to pinch the zipper that way," Jean Luc thought while trying to free it. He knelt in front of the client so he could comfortably do a better job. Just as his knees touched the floor, he realized that he was in an ideal position to give a good blow job... That was surely what the man hoped to get from him... and what he would have done more than willingly, if he hadn't been a guest in the hotel. That time he had a good excuse, the boy thought as he continued to work on that zipper which now curved outward from the fullness of the basket behind it...
At last he was able to free the slider and pushed it down. The underwear was full and swollen because of the hard-on, which Jean Luc had unwittingly contributed to with his manoeuvres. He was about to stand when the man put his hands on his shoulders and said, with a deep, warm sensual voice as he kept him kneeling, "No, wait... why don't you lower the rest, now, boy..."
Jean Luc looked at him from below and said, with a kind, but firm tone, "Let me go, please. That is not part up of my work..."
"But I'll pay you very good money, boy. Or is it that you are a racist?"
"No, sir. It's just that... you see, I prefer girls..." Jean Luc lied and at last he was free to stand up.
But the man wasn't resigned to accepting that yet, "Okay, I see... but if I gave you, let's say, a thousand francs as a tip, couldn't you for once make an exception? I really want you so much, boy..."
"I'm sorry sir. If you need something else..." and he underlined this last word, "just ring the bell. I will be glad to help you with any service provided by the hotel, sir. Good evening, sir."
Jean Luc had to stop a moment in the corridor to get his breath. His heart was beating strongly. He was half aroused and he felt he was very near to complying with this guest's wishes. Besides having a really wonderful body, he possessed the magnetic eyes of a snake paralyzing his prey... a look that had been close to succeeding with him. 407 left the hotel the following day and, surprisingly gave him a very good tip.
"Thank you, sir." a slightly confused Jean Luc said.
407 winked at him. "It's a pity, boy, that we met in your work place. If I had met you elsewhere... I'm sure you would have said, 'Yes' willingly," and then he walked away.
Jean Luc put the tip in his pocket and watched the guest leave with a vague feeling of regret. Ending his shift, he went down to the reception area. Larry was there.
"407 checked out, didn't he?"
"Yes, a few minutes ago. Why? Is there some problem?"
"No, no. But, who was he? He gave me a very good tip..."
"Me, too. He's the Senegal high jumping champion, but also one of the owners of the Cote d'Azur fleet... you know, the Mediterranean Love Boats. Very rich. He's a regular guest of this hotel. His card has three stars, one less than the maximum. Put in other words, his wishes are nearly orders."
"That's strange. I never saw him before."
"Normally we put him at the second floor, but this time it was booked, so..."
Jean Luc nodded and went down to his room to change. He took a shower and then lay on his bed naked and looked at his favourite picture of Patrick as he recalled his own sexual initiation.
He was seventeen years old. He had known for a couple of years that he was gay. Even though he desired it with all his heart, he hadn't found an opportunity to make love to another man. It was summer vacation and he was doing a gig in a restaurant in Antibes. He spent all his free time on the beach bathing and tanning. Here he met Duilio, a young, twenty four year old Italian. He felt attracted to the handsome Italian at once. His lean body was barely covered by tiny tight Speedos and it was very desirable. Duilio seemed so masculine, so straight, that Jean Luc contented himself just admiring him and in fantasizing about him. Laying side by side on the beach they often chatted.
One day Duilio asked him, "Did you ever go swimming at midnight when the beach is deserted and the water is still warm?"
"No, never."
"Ah, but then you must try it. Can you come, tonight?"
"The restaurant closes at midnight, then I have to change my clothes..."
"Perfect. The ideal time is around one 'o clock. Will you come then?"
"All right. Shall we meet here?"
"No. I'll wait for you in front of City Hall. I have the bike. I'll bring you to a quiet place where we can swim in the nude. Okay?"
"Why not." the boy answered. He was excited at the thought of seeing his new friend nude at last.
So, that night they swam naked and Jean Luc wasn't able to divert his eyes from the beautiful genitals of the sensual Italian.
Duilio noticed the boy's glances and gave him a wide smile and said in an knowing tone, "You do like looking at my naked body, don't you?"
Jean Luc blushed to the tip of his ears but didn't answer. Neither did he divert his eyes.
The man softly caressed his own member and said, "You are well built too. I like you a lot. Well built and well endowed..."
As an involuntary answer Jean Luc sprang an erection. Duilio smiled again and turned on the wide beach towel on which they were lying and huddled against Jean Luc. He embraced him and resolutely kissed him on the mouth. It was Jean Luc's first kiss. It was beautiful, warm, intimate and exciting. Duilio lightly pinched his nipples and the boy quivered and emitted a low moan of pleasure. The young Italian restrained his gesture, and his desire, and brushed over Jean Luc's body in tender movements and lovely caresses with his fingertips. But he avoided Jean Luc's genitals.
Jean Luc let himself completely relax and quivered with growing intensity.
He felt like he had entered the Garden of Eden. He felt as if he was dreaming... Finally... oh, finally... he was thinking, while savouring what was happening to him.
Duilio had turned on his side and huddled closer against him -- chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and their erections searched each for the other. They brushed against each other. They rammed into each other fighting a passionate duel.
"Do you like it?" Duilio asked him in French which was strongly coloured with an Italian accent.
"Oh yes... it's wonderful..." the boy panted.
"I wanted you at once since I first saw you, but I couldn't be sure, you seemed so straight..."
Jean Luc giggled, "You too, Duilio..."
"How do you like being made love to?"
"I don't know... this is my first time..."
"With another male?"
"Yes. I always wanted to do it with another man, but..."
"If this is your first time, I've got to be very careful. I don't want you to ever forget your first. Never... trust me. I'll bring you to paradise..."
"Yes..."
Duilio kept his promise. After six years Jean Luc had not forgot either that first time, nor all the following ones. Duilio had guided him step by step, without any rush, night after night in fully discovering and savouring gay sexual pleasures. Even the first penetration had been slow and tender and had been sheer pleasure without any hint of pain. He had been a splendid teacher, a delicious lover. The summer ended and they never met again, but they still wrote each other a couple of times a year. Duilio lived in Lucca and now had a steady lover. He sent him their picture. Duilio invited him to visit them in Italy several time, but Jean Luc never went, partly because of his work, partly because on his few holidays he normally went to visit his family.
Aside from Thierry, Jean Luc never had a real and steady relationship. His longest one barely lasted a month. After Duilio he had had other partners. Even a motorcycle policeman.
He was riding his moped on a hill road at sunset. The policeman passed him and with his stick ordered him to stop. He asked him for his papers and then a lot of other questions, "Where are you going? Why are you here at this time?" Jean Luc thought that the young man was so handsome! He looked at him with obvious desire and noticed that the other was looking at him in a certain way too... At one point the policeman said, "We have had been reports that a drug dealer who matches your description very closely passes here quite often, so I have to search you..."
Jean Luc guessed that was just an excuse to touch him... The policeman made him lean against a tree trunk, raise his hands and spread his legs. From his back down, the policeman started to carefully pass his hands all over his body and Jean Luc noticed that the search was little by little assuming all the aspect of a long, sexual caress. He loved all that intimate and insistent touching that carefully moved over his arms, sides, chest, tummy and then from his ankles up to his legs and on to his buttocks... When the policeman hands finally stopped on his basket, Jean Luc had a powerful and more than agreeable erection.
"What are you hiding here?" the policeman asked.
The boy, trying not to laugh, answered: "My tools..."
"What tools? What are you talking about?" the other asked, now fingering him.
"My hard cock..."
"Nothing else? Are you sure?"
"You can check if you want..." Jean Luc suggested.
"Yes, I think I will have to check. Many drug dealer hide drugs right there thinking we wouldn't check their genitals. But, not here on the road, I don't want you to get embarrassed if somebody comes along. Come..." the policeman said.
Lighting the road with his flashlight, he guided the boy to an abandoned farmhouse nearby. He had the boy enter and then instructed him to lower his trousers and underwear... He then again started to "search" him and in a short while they both were half undressed and intertwined in an embrace full of lust.
Jean Luc, with great pleasure gave him head and then the man fucked him as he stood with his hands against the wall pushing his pelvis back to meet the powerful strokes. The man fucked the boy long and leisurely and Jean Luc received strong pleasures from the policeman's rod that was dancing in his tight warm channel in such a wonderfully skilled manner.
In the end the policeman, after French kissing him, said, "I have to arrest you..."
"Why?" Jean Luc asked, knowing the young man was joking.
"For the dope..."
"Dope? You saw I'm clean, you searched me... thoroughly, didn't you?"
"You are the drug, my boy!" the policeman said and kissed him again before freeing him.
Jean Luc also recalled the only time he had a threesome which just prior to meting Thierry. It was a short, but very intense story.
He was doing his military service at Clermond Ferrand which was a rather dreary place. Off duty there wasn't much to do and he and his companions usually spent their time at the local bistro. His mates watched the girls passing on the street with desire filled eyes, and in whispered voices exchanged the usual remarks.
He had noticed that one of his comrades in arms, a big boy from Massif, always seemed bored like he was. And, like Jean Luc, he didn't seem very interested in the local beauties walking along the street. After that, and for some other various reasons, Jean Luc began to wonder if Olivier was gay like him. He decided to find out.
"Oli, do you feel like coming with me to look for a book in the book shop?"
The boy looked a little surprised, but nodded in agreement and stood up without a word.
"See you later, guys!" Jean Luc said to his other comrades as a farewell and left followed by his companion.
"What kind of book are you looking for?"
"I don't really know. It was just an excuse to spend some time alone with you..." Jean Luc boldly answered, looking him straight in his eyes.
"Ah!" the other said quietly, then added: "Then, why not to go to a movie, instead?"
"A movie? Are they showing something interesting?" Jean Luc asked.
"I don't know... it's just so we are not in a crowd. You see... at this time of the day the balcony is usually rather empty..." the other answered as he returned Jean Luc's look..
"Rather..." underlined Jean Luc.
"Enough! Anyway. I have gone there several times."
"Really? And with whom?"
"With Gilbert..."
"Gilbert Marchand? The corporal?"
"Yes."
"I didn't know you were friends."
"He's from my village. We have been friends forever it seems ...close as buttons on a shirt."
"I see. Gilbert is a... very handsome boy,..."
"Isn't he? After military service we want to work together in Lyon. He has an uncle there who can give us a job and a flat. Together."
"Just you and him?"
"Right."
They reached the movie theatre where "A bout de Souffle" was showing. "Oh, God, I've seen that at least three times!" Jean Luc complained.
"Me too, but... what does it matter?" the other answered with a smile full of insinuation. "Come on, let's go."
When they entered, Olivier went straight up to the gallery. It was completely deserted. There were only about ten people in the entire theatre.
"Perfect." said Olivier merrily, "Come here..." and guided his companion to the uppermost part where there was a kind of niche with three seats beside the projector booth that overlooked the only entrance. They sat and Jean Luc felt his mate's hand fondling his basket and opening his fly.
"What do you like to do?" Olivier asked him.
"A little of everything... but here?..."
"Don't worry, it's safe here. I've fucked several times right here. No danger at all."
It wasn't long before Olivier was couched between his legs and giving him head. He sucked with gusto. Then he stopped and looked up at Jean Luc and asked, "Ever done a threesome?"
"No..."
"Would you like to?"
"With Gilbert?"
"Yes, with him."
"Are you together?"
"For three years. Would you like to?"
"I think yes, I would like to with Gilbert."
"And with me? Don't you?"
"Of course, or I wouldn't be here."
"So?"
"But Gilbert, will he agree?"
"We talked about it. We would like to try with the right guy. So...?" he insisted.
Jean Luc accepted. Olivier once again returned to giving him head...
Two days later they met at the theatre for the first time. They were still showing "A bout de Souffle". Undisturbed for the entire two hours of the movie, they fucked one another with ease. Each one had a turn in the middle and in all other possible combinations.
They decided it was worth having a more comfortable secure place where they could get naked and spend their free time gaily. The next time they all were on leave, they took a bus to a nearby village where they rented a room in a small hotel. They put the mattress on the floor, undressed each other and fell on the mattresses to make love. To say that the two friends were hot would have been an understatement. They knew all the tricks to make their companions enjoy sex.
They went to that hotel quite often. Dividing the price by three made it rather inexpensive. They told their comrades they had girlfriends in that village...
Jean Luc loved being in the middle most -- fucking the ass of one of them while being fucked by the other, and he found them both equally exciting. Olivier liked to sixty-nine while one of the other two penetrated his ass.. Gilbert was fond of receiving both his mates at the same time -- one in his mouth and the other up his ass... And each of them was eager to please the others, so they often exchanged position until they were unable to hold back any longer and then they abandoned themselves to a last, incredible orgasm. Then they set the alarm clock and laid back intertwined, kissing each other until they fell asleep.
Once Jean Luc asked them: "But you two, are in love?"
"With who?" Olivier asked stupefied.
"With each other."
"We're both men. What has that got to do with love?"
"You said you want to live together..."
"And then? We love to fuck together, and so..."
Jean Luc insisted: "But my impression is that for each of you the other comes before anybody else..."
"Of course, and... ?"
"Isn't that love?"
"Don't be silly! We're both men. This is just a real friendship."
"Will you find a girl and get married one day?"
"We don't need girls..."
Jean Luc didn't insist. He thought in their mountain mentality there was no place for love between two men, and that therefore they wouldn't recognize it even though his strong impression was that they really were in love with each other...
Olivier and Gilbert ended their service about a month after their first threesome and Jean Luc never heard of them. But, he could bet they were still together, loving each other and perhaps inviting a third boy from time to time to amuse themselves with...
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2
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